XKWISYT - Down 4 U

Added at 2007-07-22 11:39:08
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[talking]
No need for words, letÆs go!

Now whatÆs this friend shit? HomieÆs? DawgÆs?
WhatÆs this nickname shit? Jacks? Frogs?
Nah, so I put up fourty-eight,
Not to make a point, but to set this shorty straight.
This the E-N-D of E-N-G, not Mister G,
No pictures see, now you can try and picture me.
Navee laughinÆ girl, she wanÆ smack you in the face,
TammyÆs now round here, so crack is in the place.
This aint grade 11 G-man, nah this aint English,
Run ya mouth all ya want, time you, now how long has it been bitch?
Whoops, please excuse my languageÆs,
But my girlsÆll leave ya leakinÆ and covered in bandages.
Not even God himself could imagine this,
Leave people tweakinÆ out and fuckinÆ with brain hemorrhages.
Who gonÆ back ya up? Who the fuck gonÆ diss me?
TalkinÆ all ya lieÆs like ôhow QE love me and miss meö,

[Chorus]
Punk no, bitch please,
Fuck hoeÆs, snitch leave.
Now we all wonderinÆ what the fuck this gay done,
And we all know you was a problem ever since day one.
Now I no Undertaker, not what the town fear,
But friends? For you? Nah, not round here.
And û gonÆ take erÆ out wherever this bitch meet,
FuckinÆ with KP, put you down 6 feet.

Shit talker? Shit starter? You end up in the back of the hearse,
You must be the last of the worst, a crack in my verse,
AttackinÆ it first, facts like buzzerk , last of the cursed,
Ya backÆll just burst, and even I knew you was a problem ever since the back of BurkeÆs.
Now she cryinÆ for some friends, but aint nobody heard her,
And what KP puttinÆ up, like third degree murder, ya dig?.
Dig up a hole, mufuckaÆs this aint no gimmicks,
Push the limits, torch her body and throw her bones in it.
Now I aint the hater type, and aint nobody tauntinÆ ha,
Friends? Nah we aint Ross, Chandler and Monica.
Slim and tall, shit she gonÆ tall,
We make the heat pop and top like Sean Paul,
You may not want to, but you gonÆ hear it
And we know you love farm boys like John Jarrett.
Girls never fealt you, and still guys figure,
Just remember this the kinda shit you wanÆ put on ya iRiver, haha

[Chorus]
Punk no, bitch please,
Fuck hoeÆs, snitch leave.
Now we all wonderinÆ what the fuck this gay done,
And we all know you was a problem ever since day one.
Now I no Undertaker, not what the town fear,
But friends? For you? Nah, not round here.
And û gonÆ take erÆ out wherever this bitch meet,
FuckinÆ with KP, put you down 6 feet.

Now this my last sixteen, now you know what my sis mean,
Beef poppinÆ off guess this what a diss mean, ya dig me?
My flow exquisite, girl itÆd go miles,
And a! You know you cool when you jack anotherÆs profile, (yeah right!)
You need to speed outta here like grab some Sonic Tonic,
DonÆt think we donÆt know about basketball season, AT you be on it chronic,
All these fakes things, we all know you try and con it,
Hell we can still read every move she make like a comic.
The ego damaged, but hell the stress is greater,
You just might be able to breathe, with a respirator.
Now why I gotta make up these, shake up these,
Straight up GÆs, family bedside like ôwake up pleaseö,
Like Miss Lau IÆma take up these,
And we rather blaze you up, before we blaze up treeÆs,
No way you can drop me, no way you can hole my rich,
And fact still remains that you stole my diss, ahha!

[Chorus]
Punk no, bitch please,
Fuck hoeÆs, snitch leave.
Now we all wonderinÆ what the fuck this gay done,
And we all know you was a problem ever since day one.
Now I no Undertaker, not what the town fear,
But friends? For you? Nah, not round here.
And û gonÆ take erÆ out wherever this bitch meet,
FuckinÆ with KP, put you down 6 feet.

[talking]
Hahah...oh God, whatta night, thank you, please...thank you once again, but at a more serious note, ladies and gentleman...QE
HAS JUST LEFT THE BUILDING. [madd applause]


[Thanks to Ritesh Chand (brown_ecks69@hotmail.com) for these lyrics]